Teen Poetry #7 |
Mooring Lines and Sea-Weathered Knuckles |
young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
Mooring Lines and Sea-Weathered Knuckles Drip yourself onto me, let me feel submerged in your touch. Steal my air and leave my conscious mind stranded on islands with unclothed natives, they smile at my discomfort. Oh to swim in your skin, losing sight in the darkness only to find that I was headed to the deep. I am amazed by curves opposite your back, they beckon me to gaze as if to tell a fortune lost, but even your palms have no lines to follow into tomorrow. Grasp the guide and remember to hold on tight, this ride moves quickly into the night and on through the unknown behind intentions. Cling to my hand love, cling to my plan... |
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Savage Quiescence Member
since 2002-07-29
Posts 326Wandering |
I like this one. Very visual. I'm especially fond of the line, "but even your palms have no lines to follow into tomorrow." Good write, thanks for sharing. |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
thanks a lot for reading. |
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punkrockerrobin
since 2001-05-15
Posts 1180Sparks, NV |
"Cling to my hand love, cling to my plan.." oh i jsut loved that last line. great poem hun. robin hi my name is robin and i am addicted to poetry and men! |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
thanks robin |
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~DreamChild~ Senior Member
since 2001-04-23
Posts 544in your dreams |
long time no see young un. good post. |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
thanks for reading. |
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